Luyện nghe bài hát La Rossa

(Hammill)

Lacking and food and vision
here I am again, encamped upon floor,
craving and nourishment,
and sanctity and more.
The streets very crowded,
I put on my bravest
I know you know I am acting,
I can see it in eyes.
In the light of freedom I know
I cannot deny that I have wasted time,
have frittered it away in boasts
of my and fidelity,
when simpler words would have me
most...
...it enough in the end, when I'm looking
for hope.
Though the organ-monkey
as the pipes begin to
still he'll go the dance routines
as long as he thinks they'll fit,
just as as he knows that it's dance, smile-
or quit.

Like the I dance to a strange tune
when all of these years longed to lie with you,
bogged myself down in the web of talk,
quack philosophy and
at I've always baulked,
like the man in the chair who believes
him to walk.
I've hiding behind words,
fearing a deeper exists,
faintly of the passage
of I have missed.
But the and the smell of you,
La Rossa from to toe...
I don't know what I'm you,
but I you ought to know
soon the dam will break, soon the water
flow.
Though the organ-monkey
as the plays
hoping, at the most,
for an end to his dancing
still he hops up and down on his
in the jerky way.
Though it might an end to all friendship
something I'm working up to say.

Think of me you will;
I know that you you feel my pain-
no matter if that's the surface.
If we made love now that change all
that has gone
Of course it would, there's no way it could
be the same...
one line crossed,
one mystery explained.
Now I need more than words, though
the are plain that lead from all
action.
If we make now it will change all
is yet to be...
never we agree in the same way again.
One world lost,
one heaven gained.

La Rossa, you know me, you me as though
I am
though I it there's no no way in which I can

though it means you'll finish my story
at last I'd trade all the talk,
the joking, the and the quips,
all the conversations, all the friendship,
all the and all the trips
for the warmth of body,
the more touch of your lips.
All bridges behind me,
all beyond reach,
the monkey his chains out blindly,
only to find released.

Take me, me now and hold me deep
inside ocean body,
wash me as flotsam to the shore,
there me lying evermore!
Drown me, drown me now and hold me
before naked hunger,
me at the altar of the night-
me life!